Faith and the Muse Follow

Air-built madness: unfamiliar charmHides in the softest eyesAnd ponderous smiles manifest denialBut heavy heartlessConscious of our loadHurled by dreams into a separate worldWe dig the thoughtless earthWith fingers lighter than the breathOf lifeless minds awaiting deathOn this mercygroundWhat may transpire in this stagnant postureTradition multipliesWhere repetition reigns and the air smells of ageAnd prayers of sightlessBlind us to the earthDisenchantment sings in voices fortifiedOur sleep is justifiedProne and weary from descentOur eyes reflect empyreanOn this mercygroundSafe inured we lay to restPinioned by our helplessnessOn this mercygroundEmpty smiles drag us downUntil we softly kiss the groundAnd all movement is lostSilently we all sink downEmbraced within this mercygroundAnd all movement is lost